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Chapter 113 So eager to die?
"Then tell me just how complicated it is," Cheng Mai asked bluntly.

Shang Xingjian moved his lips slightly, stood up and stretched, "Let's go find a place to buy milk tea. Foreigners really can't get used to the coffee they drink."

"Aren't foreigners under your protection?" Cheng Mai asked honestly.

The merchant clicked his tongue but did not answer the question.

Cheng Mai didn't press further, since he didn't necessarily need an answer.

The two left the coffee shop. Luo Linwen didn't touch the coffee she ordered, while Shang Xingjian preferred to queue up to buy milk tea.

Cheng Mai was too lazy to queue, so he found a place to sit and wait for him.

People are just out of sight when they look up, so it's not considered dangerous.

Cheng Mai kept his head down, processing messages on his phone, ignoring the malicious stares from those around him.

The Cheng Group's internal website is already announcing Cheng Ming's imminent return, and some people are even analyzing whether Cheng Ming or Cheng Mai is more suitable to manage the company.

Yang Fan has not contacted her, asked about the matter, or expressed his opinion on it.

Cheng Mai looked at Yang Fan's chat box. She understood what Shang Xingjian had said, but since joining the Cheng Group, Yang Fan had always taken care of everything for her. She had genuinely believed that Yang Fan was sincere towards her.

The shopkeeper bought three cups of milk tea, generously handing one to Cheng Mai. He leaned against the flower bed and glanced at Cheng Mai's phone. "If you want to ask, call and find out. At least die knowing why."

Cheng Mai exited the chat window and looked at Shang Xingjian sitting next to him. "Since you know everything, wouldn't it be faster for me to ask you?"

"That's not necessarily true. After all, people's hearts are fickle, how could I possibly guess what someone is thinking the next moment?" Shang Xingjian sipped her milk tea, her mood improving somewhat.

Cheng Mai tilted his head slightly, looking at Shang Xingjian who was seriously drinking his milk tea, "Human hearts are fickle. Have you ever been deceived by such a profound idea?"

"Guess," the merchant said, keeping the suspense a secret.

Cheng Mai didn't suspect anything. Shang Xingjian had been in the world for so many years, so it wasn't surprising that he had encountered anything. After all, it was normal for his mind to become dull after staying in the heavens for so long.

"You've confirmed that Lord Qingfan has regained his senses, and now there's news about Lord Silan as well. What's next? Do you need to continue searching for the others, and what happens after you've gathered them all?" Cheng Mai asked.

Shang Xingjian looked up at the gloomy sky, "After finding them all..."

Shang Xingjian seemed to be thinking about something. He didn't continue speaking, but looked at Cheng Mai and asked, "If I said that finding them was to send you to your deaths again, do you think I should continue looking for them?"

Cheng Mai wasn't too shocked; it wasn't that different from what she had imagined.

As Shang Xingjian said before, the rift in the void is widening again. In the past, the twelve true gods sacrificed themselves for their cause, so why can't they do it now?

Isn't their mission to protect all living beings?
"Are there any choices?" Cheng Mai countered.

"You are looking for them, but aren't they also looking for you?" Otherwise, Lord Silan would not have come looking for them.

Merchant Jian lowered his head and laughed. "Do I have a choice?"

"Do you know how I survived back then?" Shang Xingjian suddenly asked. "Why could I still find their divine consciousness to possess me after the gods were destroyed? You must be wondering about all of this."

Cheng Mai was indeed strange, but he was even more aware of Shang Xingjian's perverse sense of humor. "Don't ask, I won't guess."

After being refuted, Shang Xingjian suddenly burst into laughter, overjoyed.

People around looked over, but Shang Xingjian didn't care. He just smiled and kept smiling.

Cheng Mai watched him laugh with a chilling gaze. His mind was getting increasingly absurd; he actually found it amusing that Shang Xingjian could laugh so happily. Only after Shang Xingjian's laughter had subsided did he say, "I'll tell you, but it's not the right time yet."

"Will it be time when I die?"

The merchant paused for a moment, but instead of comforting her, he said, "Probably."

Cheng Mai was so angry that he got up and left. Shang Xingjian hurriedly got up and followed, "Look, look, you asked me and I told you the truth, why are you still angry?"

Cheng Mai didn't want to talk to him, afraid of making herself angry to death.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and pedestrians quickened their pace, either heading home or seeking shelter from the rain.

Cheng Mai looked up at the sky, and Shang Xingjian casually opened a transparent umbrella so as not to obstruct her view.

"It really is going to rain." Cheng Mai doesn't like rainy days, especially torrential rain, as if the sky has been punched through.

"Let's go, this umbrella won't be of much use if it rains harder." Shang Xingjian went over, took her hand, and led her away, as the rain wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

"One autumn rain brings a chill; once this rain stops, the weather will probably get colder."

"That's right, I need to go home and get all my warm clothes."

"Go home, go home! The company only lets people leave at this hour. Don't we all have lives?"

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Pedestrians hurry along the road, and all sorts of conversations emerge, reflecting the myriad aspects of life and the details of human existence. Each person is a vibrant life with their own unique destiny.

Cheng Mai couldn't hear too much, but she could occasionally overhear a few sentences of other people's conversations. She didn't really understand them, but she knew that Shang Xingjian liked to listen to these conversations. Sometimes he would sit alone on the pedestrian street or in a crowded shopping mall, doing nothing but listening to these conversations.

Cheng Mai didn't have the memories of being a god, so she didn't understand this feeling, but she understood Shang Xingjian. Shang Xingjian loved this world more than anyone else.

"Shang Xingjian, didn't you save that top scholar's life? I see that the top scholar is extremely grateful to you."

Shang Xingjian raised an eyebrow slightly, "Still thinking about that top scholar?"

Cheng Mai: "...Isn't your focus a bit off? Didn't I ask how the top scholar is doing now?"

Shang Xingjian snorted, a hint of arrogance in his voice, "In this world, who haven't I saved?"

"Yes, yes, you're so great, so amazing," Cheng Mai replied dismissively, equally unenthusiastic.

Shang Xingjian chuckled and cursed, then returned to the car with Cheng Mai. It was pouring rain outside, and the road conditions were bad, so they didn't plan to leave for the time being and just sat in the car waiting for the rain to subside.

"It wasn't exactly saving him; I just gave him some pointers a few times when I was walking around in the mortal realm."

"How many times did he take the imperial examination to become the top scholar?" Cheng Mai guessed. Wasn't this just giving someone special tutoring?
The merchant did not deny it.

Cheng Mai looked Shang Xingjian up and down. Shang Xingjian had a habit of protecting his own people. He might help unrelated people casually, but he wouldn't keep an eye on one person and give them advice in every life.

Therefore, there should be a human consciousness within this top scholar, but it is definitely not one of the Twelve True Gods, otherwise Shang Xingjian would not have let him go.

If not a god, then an immortal.

"Shang Xingjian, if I never regain my senses, can I still face death?" Cheng Mai suddenly asked.

Shang Xingjian suddenly laughed, "So eager to die?"